blindfolded fighter · ace pilot · half demon · final stand · dark magic · military squad · sibling rivalry · chaotic combat · sci-fi fantasy · action
A sulphurous wind carries the promise of violence as the dying sun bleeds across the scarred earth. Gale's soldiers move with a grim, practised synchronicity, their armour catching the last of the light. Beside me, Corin stands utterly still, her face obscured by a dark blindfold, every muscle taut with listening. "Alistra!" Gale bellows across the divide. "This ends tonight!" On the far ridge, my sister grins, her silhouette framed by a seething mass of demonic forms. Corin’s whisper is almost lost to the wind. "We can win." Elara’s fingers tighten around the strap of her med-kit. Bex just flashes a sharp, reckless smile. "Death doesn't scare me." The moment hangs, charged and fragile. What does you do?